Wooden carts creaked as they rolled toward the Western Capital.
Many carriages traveled the roads, moving back and forth between the Western Capital. There were also people with fresh garments and spirited horses galloping swiftly.
Chen Shi sat in the carriage, pondering for a moment. "Black Pot, fetch me those few volumes of ghost books to read."
Black Pot opened its mouth, and a volume of ghost books flew out.
Chen Shi opened the ghost book. The moment he laid eyes on it, he saw characters crawling and twisting, shifting shape. At the same time, strange sounds reached his ears, like ghosts and gods whispering beside him.
Ghostly winds blew in all directions, and the weather grew gloomy.
The wooden cart was traveling along the post road leading to the Western Capital. The road had been bustling with traffic, but suddenly all other people vanished completely, leaving only the two of them.
Chen Shi closed the book, and the sky returned to normal. The voices of ghosts and gods vanished from his ears, replaced by the chaotic sounds of human voices on the post road. Ahead, carriages rushed toward them head-on, nearly crashing into the wooden cart as the boatman scrambled to dodge.
There were also quite a few people galloping wildly on horseback who nearly collided with the wooden cart.
The wooden cart brushed past the various carriages and speeding steeds. Those boatmen threw their hands up in a flurry, furious as they poked their heads out to greet Chen Shi. "Go reincarnate early!"
Chen Shi offered apologies repeatedly, feeling bewildered in his heart. Could it be that I was just transported to another spacetime by the ghost book?
"Black Pot, open a ghost book."
Black Pot produced another volume of the ghost book, flipping it open to read.